Best Restrictive Poems
In a ballet of restrictive and
stifling carriage, we strike into
the depths of our imagination
and boundless intuition on a
rollercoaster soaring free from
rigid clips, venturing into a cosmic
sphere where dreams take flight,
on Saturn's rings,
exhilarating twists and turns.
Firm on the grand stage,
we play roughly and smoothly,
each length, a part of nature's layers.
Flames cannot be known by names
alone, until a touch signifies its
friendliness, an improvised whirl
flows from each planet's curves,
a feeling extended to its neighbours.
We shamelessly surrender to
the rhythm of the divine,
navigating each realm
through our inner voice,
slowly bringing it to reality,
where we find our worth in
positive existence.
Nature's wings sting through the
murmurs of rustling trees.
The twirl of the winds sings
whispers of vibrations.
Silent energy embraces the soul
of the moon, giving us insights
where we paint through without
worrying about the result.
Entangled in the sweet rhythm
of unknown tones with languages
that stir you into another dimension,
beating to the smile of strangers,
soaring high just to see low.
Play tags without keeping taps.
Read dialogues to friends with
no lines, go unnoticed in perfection,
craving attention so you live without scripts.
Discarding narrow thought flow crutch
We learn directly by soft touch
And what we garner we relay
To the vast void in childlike play
Entwined this with the universe
We dance without the need to rehearse.
Categories:
restrictive, adventure, art, dance, deep,
Form:
Free verse
I’m tired of trying to tame her
Of needing to blame her
Of trying to keep her colors
Locked within the lines
The sad confines
Of this life
She is there
Always pushing my limits
She’s there
The real woman that I am
The real me
Wild and free
Untamed
Uncontained
Unafraid
Wanting to BE…
To tempt and tease
To possess and please
A beauty flaunter
A good girl taunter
She’s there
She has the walk
She has the talk
She has the eyes to beguile
She has that wicked smile
And yet I keep her locked away
I keep her every need at bay
She’s in disguise
From prying eyes
Dormant, she lies
She cries
Misjudged and misunderstood
Ashamed of sensual womanhood
Veiled in culture's restrictive norms
She abides in her roles, the forms
Hidden away
Made to play
The domestic game
Tame
Tame
Ashamed
Of the fires within
Made to believe… it’s a S I N
To give in and to taste
T’would be unchaste…unchaste
And so passion consumes
And the whole world assumes
She’s docile and demure
But this I know for sure
She lies in wait
To satiate
Her desire
With wanton fire
She waits…
And so she lives a secret life
Her mind in turmoil and in strife
And I, and I???
I cry
I cry
Her every fantasy…deny
And I comply
To every single man made rule
And force her to be some silly fool
And I lie
I try
To forget
I’m made to fly
I wear the smile
But it’s not worthwhile
My mind unstable
For I’m not able
To set her free
To be
To be
Oh, can’t you see?
The hidden woman
Is me
Is ME!!!!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
restrictive, how i feel, identity,
Form:
Who is that brave and noble one I have heard so much about? I saw you standing right next to him in a newspaper report about him. Do you know his agenda, his intentions, and his mission? Where is he, from where did he ascend, and to where is he going? I have heard that he fears neither man nor beast, but has great respect for 'Laws'. Clouds of doom, fear, and gloom hang over our world. So take me to your leader.
I sense that the quest for unity of the 'citizens of the world' is abolishing 'Soveignties'. May our prayers ascend to heaven and may God free us from so many inequities, boiling pots of greed, overflowing pools of political corruption, debaucheries that permeate the atmosphere, and human behavior that's becoming too toxic for habitation. One sign of a good man is that he views constitutions and laws as instruments of sacredness. Evil men loathe laws, and perceiving them as restrictive, change or abolish them at will. I would be so honored to meet and dine with a good man or woman.
So please take me to your leader.
There is so much I need to know about him. So I hope that you have not been sworn to secrecy. He gives all appearance of a giant of a man who longs to be at peace. I have heard that he believes in freedom, justice, and prosperity for all. I have heard he's a good seed, has no greed, and cannot be bought or sold. I have heard that you are close to him, giving him counsel and godly wisdom. It is said of him that he bravely revisits history without becoming a revisionist. The future shall be paved with those who are unafraid of neither today nor yesterday. It seems our world is spent and spineless, and in such demand for true leadership. So take me to your leader.
You are a dear friend of mine, kind and true. So I beg of you, take me to your leader. He need not be grandiose or a wearer of haloes, nor superhuman or unusually charismatic. He need not raise the dead nor walk on water, but perhaps he knows the one who does. Perhaps his ears, eyes, and heart are opened to genuineness and tightly closed to hypocrisy. Perhaps he holds secrets whose revealing time has come, so please take me to your leader.
08042018PSContest, Take Me To Your Leader, Caren Krutsinger, 1stPl.
Categories:
restrictive, courage, leadership,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I have no wish to partner with armor making my defenses sharper –
it is spiritual truth I seek to garner.
I choose to never deliberately hush any moments passing brush –
but try absorbing its full blush.
I strive to never miss night’s surrender as her curtain unfolds tender –
flaring my sense of splendor.
I retain my dreams with no border or restrictive list for order –
to nurture even as I grow older.
I will not abandon laughter as one sure inner joy crafter –
well worth sharing and looking after.
I shall never avoid emotional pain or swallow their teary refrain –
though I refuse to tote their stain.
I decline to record my mistakes on any lined journal page -
errors serve my life's as my sage.
walk slow and light my feet
to the corner of my time
where my best self is dwelling,
waiting to be claimed as mine.
Categories:
restrictive, philosophy,
Form:
Lyric
Song:- 1990
Mother Mother
love me love me
love me love me
I need your love
(repeat)
why don't you like me?
why do you hate me?
why do you hit me?
Mother Mother
where is your love?
where is the safety I think of?
when I hear -
Mother Mother !!
Mother Mother
are you mine?
why don't you love me?
why do you hate me?
why do you hit me?
Mother Mother
How can I live without love?
I hide in the dark
I build walls in my mind
For I can't believe
Mother Mother
You don't love me.
I have posted this for others that are facing suicidal questions.
This was a healing song written to release my own walls that I used to protect
myself from age 4 and onwards. Was reading Daisy Tyrell request for feedback. Hope it helps a little. I could fill a book on the subject of the fight for life. Will attempt to put some in words as I can.
And it is a fight - those that are willing never to surrender will live. I remember, one time - stuck in a noisy hospital wing, a friend also suicidal at same time in another city. I wrote every moment, filling a large A4 pad. On my knees, crying - I was writing " I want to live" I am willing to live. Over and over. Line after line. Page after page. Also writing to my friend -
encouraging him to fight and live. I won my fight that time -but my friend
did not. When I heard of his death - It put me right back in hospital again.
The fight started all over again -never easy, but I won that one too and several more after that!
Daisy's poem talks of wanting to find beauty within. That may not be what there is to find. A great truth is found the point of rock bottom. Mental health counsellors term it 'bedrock'. When you find bedrock -you find your truest self. It was to my great astonishment I found my bedrock housed an
unquenchable spring of joy! Once I came to terms that this was the real me -
I was able to identify what was capping that well of joy. It took another 15 years to free myself from all those restrictive people. Once totally free never had another mental health issue. Funny that.
I have only shared this to hopefully encourage others. These times are long gone and totally cleared for me. Live a joyous, happy clownish though late starter life. Love always - Virginia
Categories:
restrictive, angst, anxiety, child abuse,
Form:
Free verse
I had a dream that I was the President of the USA and this
is what I would do to make my country strong again. . .
Get every single citizen vaccinated for Covid 19 and variants
Work with advisors on ways to open up the economy
Implement a plan to help citizen find jobs, shelter and food
Work with Border Authorities to open up the borders
For sure make the "Dreamers" USA citizens
Release Mexican children held in cages and unite with family
Work to achieve Climate Change with advisors and scientist
Form a plan to reduce pollution in the rivers, lakes and oceans
Find ways to help endangered species and loss of habitat
Put a stop to import of trophy hunter kills from other countries
Work to create a friendly relations with Canada and Mexico
Respect the rights and treaties of the native Indians
Put into action an end to police brutality with zero tolerance
Work on how to end racial prejudice for all races and religions
Create a great health care plan for all citizens
Improve relations with allies and all countries of the world
Work on gun reforms making ownership more restrictive
Make prison sentences have no option for parole or pardons
Show compassion in times of national or world tragedy
Do everything in my power to make USA strong
______________________
February 10, 2021
Poetry/List/If I Were
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1327-582-10
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, If I Was President
sponsor, Matt Caliri, Judged 03/19/2021
Third Place
Categories:
restrictive, dream,
Form:
List
When did you outgrow my love?
When did the fabric of my tenderness
Become too tight
Too fitting?
When did the garment of my passion
Become restrictive?
When did you start to look for new coverings
To clothe the nakedness of your soul?
When?
Tell me…
When did you outgrow my love?
When did you outgrow this nest?
Was it when you found out that you could fly?
Having been nourished, pampered and preened
Your wings of self-esteem
Unfurling to soar on the word wind of my praise…
Was it then?
When did you outgrow my love?
Ah, Hush…my love, no need to speak
For my heart knows the answer well
I know when it all started to take place
I could read your face
The expression you wore
As I helped you dress
That look in your eyes
Belied the lies
That the fit was just right
And so you tugged at the seams
Unraveled my dreams
The stitches undone
My garment you tore
And yet you swore
Alterations wouldn't do
You needed something new
In the dead of night
You took to flight
Undressed, free
For you had outgrown…..
You had outgrown….
ME.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
restrictive, love, moving on, pain,
Form:
Free verse
When you make your grand decision,
which will be your final path?
I advise you, O' my brother,
Always do the math.
Will you walk a road that's broken?
Might a tremor make you fall?
Perhaps you could be forsaken!
You don't want this end at all.
Will you tread along the middle?
Could this truly be the way?
The broken road is yet expanding!
Listen to the words I say:
Take the road of steady footing.
Heed the warnings on the rails.
You may feel it is restrictive,
but, at least, your life won't fail.
Yes, my brother, choose the way.
The time is urgent! Don't delay.
Categories:
restrictive, brother, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The meaning of Life:
To touch, to feel, to see;
To know without shadows of doubt
of One's immortality.
Life is the kindergarten of the Cosmos;
A proving ground of worth.
Evolutionary graduations
Lift us high about the earth.
Reflections of the sunset
Through the prisms of our eyes,
Shine on as true illusions as Life
Laughs at our naivete and keeps smiling at our lies.
Graduate to a higher framework of thinking.
Move into the upper class of the Divine.
Life is not narrow, restrictive or limiting;
It's all in your state of mind.
Guard carefully your thoughts and emotions.
Sift them for the brightest nuggets of gold.
Glean out the best and most perfect image
Of your Highest Good that you can hold.
Then, let it shine in each moment and hour.
Fight yourself to save your own Soul.
You hold the key to your future and destiny
As you watch eternity unfold.
Categories:
restrictive, inspirational, introspection, life, kindergarten,
Form:
Verse
For decades you’ve used our bodies as your pincushion
Poking, prodding, cutting, and killing.
Forcing us to be your experimental subjects
Scraping, shocking, drugging, and drilling.
Locking us up in meager dwellings
Filthy, restrictive, desolate, and cramped.
Filling me with toxins, chemicals, and poisons
Upon my skin a brand is painfully stamped.
My skin burns as you cover me with makeup and creams.
My muscles ache with each electrical shock.
My brain no longer functions as it should
You’ve carelessly destroyed my biological clock.
You alter the very DNA that nature gave me
I was not created for misery and imminent death.
Are the answers to your scientific questions
Really worth taking my very last breath?
Stop using me as your puppet, pincushion, and servant
Treat me with kindness, compassion, and respect
With all the advances to technology these days
Surely you could find an alternative subject.
Categories:
restrictive, animal, drug,
Form:
Blank verse
If Housman lived today and spoke of Terrance,
would rhyme and structure be his "stupid stuff?"
If he could wax poetic now,
what would it be that killed the cow?
Can image and the music be enough?
Were you to walk a wood some snowy eve,
a painting in your head by Robert Frost,
revise and take the liberty;
set his restrictive musing free,
how much of the meaning would be lost?
Paintings by Monnet can fill the senses;
a quiet Redlin sunset can delight.
Even though it's fairly certain
Monnet's colors match the curtain,
does either painter have it wrong, or right?
Categories:
restrictive, satire
Form:
Limerick
repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler.
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric.
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts.
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign.
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous ramifications.
rusty razor razing revenge rents reprisal.
rabid rectal rictus rotten rebrands re-calibrate.
rambunctious revolutionaries rejoice.
ruffians ride roughshod routing reigning royalty.
reiterate revetting robust recidivist rationality.
ride Rolls Royce relentlessly rendering rock ribbing.
riffraff raconteur raise reactionary response.
revisit rancorous restrictive redlined realigned rightward rivets.
robocop ridiculously rubber-stamped reorganization.
recalcitrant reactors release rapture.
rash Russian roulette reconnaissance raconteurs rack rubles.
red room reflects republican RNA.
rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats revoke righteous refulgent repertory.
rapier robed robbers ransack reliquary resounding retaliation.
retaliatory redcoat regnum reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiling rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered rifled relics raffled.
rookie raves ripe rackful rubenesque reliably ranked.
refulgent rotundity requisite requirement re: reappointment.
road-tested, roadworthy redeem reapportion routed role.
reprehensible reassignment rapidly recognizes response.
rife rampage removes respectability - respect.
responsible roused restitution refuted.
risky resultant reconnoitering runaway railroad reverberates rivalry.
reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirms redoubling ridding revitalization.
reconfiguration realpolitik reinstates repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
requisition requires resilient reseeding republic.
regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
rare recount restoring recondite renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives rejoice reclaiming reins
registering retarded romantic remains
re: Rastafarian revered reliquary rests!
Categories:
restrictive, allusion, analogy, confusion, crazy,
Form:
Alliteration
Tis to laugh I heard someone say
Methinks they were referring to me
Started out laughing many years ago
And I'm still overcome with glee!
It all began when I was six
Watching Bugs and Elmer Fudd
The Roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote
The adventures of Maggie Muggs!
I still watch Saturday morning cartoons
But now I must stay in my room
For some silly reason unknown to me
The docs think I'm looney-toons!
They've got me strapped in a jacket
It's restrictive and overly tight
What's more, I prefer one with some colour
This one's just plain old white!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
restrictive, humorous,
Form:
Quatrain
A mother that hears the cry of her baby
does not turn deaf ears to show indifference.
A woman prepared for a culinary task,
by all means, gathers the condiments required.
A barricadoed road, however restrictive,
suffices not to keep an incubating hen off her eggs.
A nocturnal darkness does not stand to disorientate
a hand to miss its way to the mouth.
Scavenging any available heaps in sight
reflects the missing of a valuable.
Categories:
restrictive, loss, missing,
Form:
Idyll (Idyl)
Hi Everyone
I have been on the site a couple of weeks now and unfortunately it has not quite worked out
for me on a personal level. I would like to thank all the kind folk who have left me feedback.
I will be eternally grateful for all the nice comments and support that I have recieved during
my time here.
But... alas I feel too restricted.
There are 2 main reasons why I am leaving and they are as listed below:
1) The Profanity Rule is as far as I am concerned too restrictive for my creative juices to
flow properly. Sometimes a profanity is relevant to hit home a point. Not in a gratuitous way
but in a way that is relavant to the structure and the form of the write.
2) There are way too many GODBODS on this site. Constantly preaching at us through the
written word. I find the menatlity of these people completely unbelievable in this day and
age. They insult my intelligence with their lack of intelligence.
So .... There it is in a nutshell !!!
If anyone is interested in reading anymore of my work they can find me at HELLO POETRY.
It is a lovely site full of lovely people - Come on over - I'll introduce you to some real nice
folk who are really passionate about poetry. You won't be dissapointed !!!
Kind Regards
Bathsheba
Categories:
restrictive, me, nice, people, me,
Form: